Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.